Fresh mint green lawns
A black silk feathered bird
hopping On delicate
springs

Tangerine beaked bill
seeking out it's next meal

Cloud birds on wings
of symphony travelling
from the pop stars of the
trees

filling into the dome of
Electric blue skies a
bone warming blissfulness.

Bright blades of golden
sunshine massaging
the backs of peaceful
gardens.

In the depths of night, when darkness reigns,
I just wanna blakkout, release these chains.
Let shadows dance and whispers grow,
A symphony of secrets only I know.

Blackout the noise, the chaos, the fear,
Embrace the solitude, let it draw near.
In the realm of shadows, I find my peace,
Where shadows linger and silence doesn't cease.

I just wanna blakkout, fade into the night,
Where dreams are wild and stars shine bright.
In the cover of darkness, I am free,
To explore, to create, to simply be.

Mom would make them,
bake them up sweet!
They were supposed to be
the whole families treat?
I'd stand right beside her
stealing spoonfuls of batter.
When I was a kid
well, not much else mattered!
She'd criss cross the tops
and bake them together.
By the time they were finished
the aroma had gathered,
straight up in our nostrils
from off of the platter.
We'd run to the table
and take off our ball caps,
to eat them with milk
and take a long nap!

Awake now from this hazy anesthesia
Rise above the opaque mystery
This beautiful, magic, and terrible dreamscape
Is not the visage of existence
But the fabric of life itself
Blanketing the discerning observer
Underneath a comforting heartwork
Where all thoughts and actions
Become subtle artwork